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Friday, 10 June 2016

There’s
probably fifty ways to achieve this one. Cursing out your boss would be one.
However, ignoring Home Security advice and taking a bunch of students into the
Middle East into a war zone would no doubt be one.

Tess
Campbell is a mafia princess who wants nothing to do with her dangerous family.
She’d rather spend her life making Grams's
forest the best state park in Iowa.

Alistair
Castile, aka Steel, is a British prince, his archeological career in ruins due
to his promiscuous nature. He’s hired on as forest manager of Tess’s woods and
quickly falls in love with the charming young woman, so different from the
socialites of his world.

Only
there are several serious barriers between them: Steel’s career cannot
withstand another scandal and Tess’s father will kill anyone who gets in the
way of his daughter marrying a Chicago mobster.

Excerpt
for Unexpected Love

Here’s one
of Steel’s version of how some of his students got killed:

“To get my field work funded from a legitimate
source, I had to become a college professor. That resulted in a great deal of
young women enrolling in my classes.”

“I can imagine,” she chuckled, but sobered at
his pained eyes.

“Because I didn’t believe in love, I didn’t
value their affections. I was going through my female students about one a
month.”

Her heart tightened. “What do mean ‘going
through’?”

“I’d let a young woman pursue me for a while,
then drop whoever I was shagging—and to me that’s all it was—to start up with a
new student. But at the first fight or argument, I’d drop her for the next in
line.”

“That sounds horrible…for everyone.”

“Well, it almost cost me my career, and it did
cost me my first job.” His eyes darkened with pain. “It probably caused two
young women to lose their lives. So from my view, I had become a man who shamed
and disgusted me.”

She wanted to comfort him, but she couldn’t
until she knew more about the two women who died. “The two women…” She didn’t
even know how to finish the question.

“They were grad students, probably in the
picture you found on the Internet. Diane Compton and Ashley Stanton. I’d had
affairs with both of them while they were undergrads. When they applied to go
on my archeological dig, I turned them down. Only they took it to the dean,
declaring I was discriminating against females. So the dean insisted I take
them.”

He sighed as he covered his face with his hands
and remained quiet for a long moment. Finally, he spoke. “I treated them with utmost professionalism, but they constantly
challenged my orders and questioned my competency. The male grad students were
convinced I was sleeping with them because why else would I put up with all
their shit?”

“Why did you?”

“Because I felt responsible for the anger that
fueled their bad attitudes.” He sighed heavily and stared at the ceiling a long
time before continuing.

“When the helicopter arrived and started
shooting at us, I ordered everyone to the hills. So naturally, they refused to
leave the car. I can’t help but think if I had never mixed work with pleasure,
they would still be alive. Their parents certainly thought so. They blamed me
for luring their daughters into harm’s way.”

“But you tried to stop them from going.”

“The dean seemed to have forgotten that. I was
charged with behavior unbecoming and for endangering the lives of my students.
Never mind they had approved and paid for the dig,
never mind that I had never had sex with these women since they became grad
students. They declared the whole disaster entirely my fault.”

She gripped his hands in hers. “It wasn’t.
First of all, they pursued you as undergrads.”

He nodded.

“Then they forced you to take them on this dig.
And finally, they ignored your orders, which ultimately got them killed. Your
only mistake was not to build a wall between personal and professional.” Pain forced her to close her eyes as she
realized something. “And Dr. Castile, you’re doing it again.”

Liza O’Connor lives in
Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or
shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small
Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York,
scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in
Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an
avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic
arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be
writing novels.

Thursday, 9 June 2016

Adam
Meyer survived bucking broncos and the rough and tumble rodeo life, but can he
survive coming home and falling in love with Jules Rodriguez? Foolproof Love is
the first novel in the brand new series, Foolproof Love from New York Times and
USA Tod

ay bestselling author, Katee Robert and Entangled Publishing.

Title: Foolproof Love

Author: Katee Robert

Series: Foolproof Love #1

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release
Date: June
6, 2016

Publisher:
Entangled
Brazen

Print
Length: 50,000
words

Format:
Paperback
and Digital

Synopsis:

Bull
rider Adam Meyer put Devil’s Falls in his rearview mirror years ago and hasn’t
stopped running since. Now he’s back—temporarily, if he has any say about it.
Restless, he finds himself kissing the sexiest girl in town…and agreeing to be
the fake boyfriend in her little revenge scheme.

Jules
Rodrigez isn’t interested in the role of town spinster. Being seen with a hell
raiser like Adam is the perfect way to scandalize the residents, make her ex
jealous, and prove she’s a sexy, desirable woman. And if their plan includes
ridiculously hot sex—in public, of course—all the better.

But
this thing between them has an expiration date. Putting down roots isn’t in
Adam’s blood, and Jules’s roots in Devil’s Falls are bedrock deep. He’ll leave,
even if it rips out his heart. But this time, he’s not sure he’ll survive it…

From the very beginning of this book I was hooked. In the first chapter you pretty much meet all the characters for the series bar one i think and i just can not wait to read all the stories.

The thing I love the most about this book is Jules she is that girl no one ever thought would amount to much, too homely, too quirky yet she isn't really she's just comfortable in her own skin. That is until her Ex re appears and sets her world on end and she comes up with a plan to show everyone including her Ex that they are wrong.

Adam on the other hand had the perfect life until he didn't or so he thought but best laid plans always go awry and sometimes for the better.

Adam and Jules are the most unlikely of couples but they are perfect for one another and they most definitely steam up the page.

This is an excellent read and I highly recommend it. 5 out of 5

The Foolproof Love series continues…

Fool
Me Once August 1, 2016

Aubry
Kaiser doesn’t like people—actually, that’s not right. She loathes people.
Combine that with her crippling anxiety around crowds and she’s in a mess when
she gets an exclusive invitation to play a demo of her favorite video game,
Deathmatch…which will be held at a convention with five thousand other people.
The only solution? Bring someone else with her to the con to act as a
shield—and unfortunately the only person available is the one man she can’t
stand. Quinn.

Quinn
Baldwyn is in a mess of his own. He’s been dodging his family’s matchmaking
attempts for years, but with his sister’s wedding on the horizon, he’s in need
of a shield of his own. Who better to drive off any potential marriage-seeking
women than the fire-breathing dragon known as Aubry?

Things
start to go sideways almost immediately when Quinn’s truck breaks down, forcing
them to spend a seriously hot night in a B&B. They might barely be able to
hold down a civil conversation, but in bed those fireworks are only the good
kind. The closer they get to Napa Valley and Quinn’s sister’s wedding, the more
he realizes that he might actually…like Aubry. But can two polar opposite
people from completely different worlds ever really connect outside of
mind-blowing orgasms?

New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling
author Katee Robert learned to tell her stories at her grandpa’s knee. She
found romance novels at age twelve and it changed her life. When not writing
sexy contemporary and speculative fiction romance novels, she spends her time playing
imaginary games with her wee ones, driving her husband batty with what-if
questions, and planning for the inevitable zombie apocalypse. Connect
with Katee at: Website | Facebook
| Twitter | GoodReads | Instagram
| Tumblr | Youtube

Excerpt

“That’s
really sweet, Grant. It was great seeing you, but my boyfriend is waiting for
me.”

He
frowned. “Boyfriend?”

“Oh,
yeah, it’s a new thing. We haven’t exactly gone public with it—you know how
Devil’s Falls can be—so you wouldn’t have heard.” She gave him a pat on his
arm. “It was nice seeing you. So great. Really, we’ll have to catch up sometime
soon.” And then she stepped around him, dragging Aubry behind her.

“What
are you doing?” Aubry whispered.

“Winging
it.” She stopped by the trio of men, all too aware of Grant watching her. “Hi,
Daniel. Quinn. Adam.” They raised their beers.

Daniel
looked over her shoulder with a frown. “Is that your piece-of-shit ex-boyfriend
I see?”

“The
very one.” She disentangled her arm from Aubry’s. “Speaking of, I need a
favor.”

“Anything
for you, kid.”

She
tried not to roll her eyes at him calling her kid. He was a whole seven years
older than her. Not exactly ancient. “Actually, it’s not you I need the favor
from.” Before she could talk herself out of it, she sidled up to Adam and put
her arms around his neck. To his credit, he didn’t shove her on her butt in the
dirt, merely raising his eyebrows. Jules kept her voice low so there was no
chance of Grant overhearing. “So as you’ve noticed, my ex is watching me really
closely right now, and I might have told him a tiny white lie about me dating
someone in order to avoid a devastating dose of humiliation. And since I can’t
date Daniel and no one would ever believe I’d date Quinn—”

The
man in question frowned. “You really know how to hit a man where it hurts,
Jules.”

“—that
leaves you.”

Adam’s
face remained impassive. “I see.”

There
wasn’t a whole lot to work with in those words, but he also had let his free
hand drift down to settle on her hip, so she just kept talking. “If you could
just play along and maybe kiss me like you want to do filthy things to me in
the bed of your truck, I’d really appreciate it.”

“You
have no idea.” Next to them, Daniel made a sound suspiciously like a growl, but
neither of them looked over. Adam’s hand pulsed on her hip, the heat of it
shocking despite the warmth of the night. His calluses dragged over the
sensitive skin bared by her T-shirt, and she shivered. Maybe this was a
terrible idea. She didn’t have time to really reconsider, though, because he
set down his beer, cupped the back of her neck, and dealt her the single most
devastating kiss of her life.

No,
not a kiss.

He
took possession of her mouth, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips and then
delving inside. He tasted of beer and something darker, something that hinted
at exactly what she’d asked for—like he wanted to do filthy things to her in
the bed of his truck. She closed her eyes, giving his tongue a tentative
stroke, and had to fight down a moan at the way the move made her entire body
go tight. More.

He
lifted his head, breaking the kiss and slamming her back into the real world.
She blinked up at him, all too aware of her body pressed against the entirety
of his, of how he was hard in all the places she was soft, of how goddamn good
he smelled. “Wow.”

Wednesday, 8 June 2016

I am thrilled to be celebrating NYT Bestselling author Tessa Bailey and her sexy, scintillating Crossing the Line series today! Book four, RAW REDEMPTION, comes out on June 20th, and to get ready for the final compelling conclusion to this beloved series, I am excited to share today details and steamy excerpts from each novel.

Sit back, relax, and enjoy these four sexy snippets from the Crossing the Line novels!

Risking It All (Crossing the Line, #1)

About Risking It All:

She’s gone rogue.Seraphina Newsom isn’t looking for vengeance…she wants justice. Three years ago, Sera’s brother was ruthlessly gunned down by one of Brooklyn’s most dangerous mob kingpins. The investigation has stalled out, deemed “too dangerous” by the police commissioner. So to track down the evidence she needs to take down her brother’s killer, Sera turns in her hospital scrubs, joins the NYPD, and goes undercover. Unsanctioned. Alone.
He’ll live to keep her safe.
With his father behind bars, Bowen Driscol has reluctantly taken over his family’s sprawling South Brooklyn crime operation. New York’s finest have other plans. By threatening the safety of his sister, they “convince” Bowen to extricate a rogue cop who’s in over her head. But when he meets Sera and feels that deep, damning shiver of desire course through him, Bowen knows there’s only one way to keep her safe without blowing either of their covers…by claiming her as his own.

Excerpt from Risking It All:

“Listen to me, if I wanted to fuck you, I’d end anyone or anything who got in my way. Nothing would stop me. Not a locked door. Not some lowlife. Nothing.”
“If?” she repeated, embarrassment cooling her desire. “You don’t want to?”
His laughter was harsh. “Want to? Want to?” One of his hands loosened its grip to drop down and grasp the bulge in his pants. “I didn’t even know it was possible to ache this bad. It hurts to breathe, baby.”
The heat came rushing back in full force. “Then I don’t understand.”
“I can’t. We can’t.” He pressed his forehead to hers. “See, I’m wondering if keeping my hands off you will buy my way out of hell. God knows I’ll have experienced the worst hell has to offer already. You think he’ll make me go through it twice?”
The suffering in his voice lacerated her. There was so much more going on here than sexual frustration, although there was definitely a healthy dose of that. He seemed to think there would be consequences for getting physical with her. But that didn’t make any sense. Since when does a man who rules streets with fear care about consequences for anything? This man took what he wanted and damn the outcome. Right?
Without thinking, she took the hand he’d dropped and brushed a stray piece of hair off his forehead. His body went liquid, melting against her for long moments while she held her breath. “Aren’t there other ways to buy yourself out of hell?”
“Not for me.”

***

Up In Smoke (Crossing the Line, #2)

About Up In Smoke:

Never start a fire you can’t control…
Connor Bannon is supposed to be dead. Dishonorably discharged from the Navy SEALs, he’s spent the last two years working as a street enforcer in Brooklyn for his cousin’s crime ring. Through a twist of fate, he’s now in Chicago, working undercover to bust criminals. But when a cute little arsonist joins the team-all combat boots, tiny jean shorts, and hot-pink hair-Connor’s notorious iron control slips.
Erin “she’s getting away” O’Dea knows two things. She hates authority. And… Nope, that’s it. When she’s forced to operate on the “right” side of the law, her fear of being confined and controlled blazes to the surface. The last thing she expects is a control freak like Connor to soothe her when she needs it most. Worse, something behind the sexy ex-soldier’s eyes ignites a dangerous inferno of desire. One that invites Erin to play with fire. And one that could get them both killed…

Excerpt form Up In Smoke:

Connor broke away, allowing them both to suck in oxygen. “Stay. I’m sorry. Stay.” He bent his knees to bring them eye to eye. His spoke of torture, but he was trying to hide it. “Look at me. I can handle this. I want you here. Don’t leave.”
“I don’t know if I can handle it,” she whispered.
His heavy breaths ceased. “What do you mean?”
She drew out a lighter from her back pocket and ignited the flame. It cleared her head a little, allowing her to search for the right words. Words that wouldn’t sound crazy. “I like touching you. It makes me feel really…good. And there isn’t a whole lot that makes me feel good, you know?” Her throat closed up. “I wish you could touch me, too. I don’t think I can stay here knowing I’m hurting you by making myself feel good…and I don’t think I can stop touching you. It feels like a must.”
A flare of panic flashed across his face. “I shouldn’t have said what I did earlier. You just caught me off guard.” He massaged his forehead with four fingers. “Did I scare you? Is that why you’re really leaving?”
“No.” She shook her head. “No.”
“Okay. Jesus. Okay.” He was silent a moment, but gears were turning behind his eyes. “You need to touch me and I need you to stay. Let’s give each other what we need. All right?”
Why was this so damn confusing? She’d only met this man yesterday and they were already tangled up in her web of fucked-up issues. He should want to be clear of her, shouldn’t he? No one else had ever bothered with her this long before. “Why? Why do you need me to stay? I—”
“I won’t rest,” he growled. “I’ll think about you somewhere, scared like you were last night, and I’ll go fucking crazy.”
Her heart lurched, dislodging her pride. “I’ve been taking care of myself for a long time. If the only reason you want me here is to play nursemaid to the crazy girl, that’s not going to work for me.”
“You know there’s more to it. You know.” He visibly centered himself with a deep breath, appearing to debate with himself. “I’ve got my own skeletons, Erin. They don’t rattle so much when you’re around. Your touching me…it makes me hot. But it soothes elsewhere.”
She knew her expression was pathetically hopeful, but couldn’t find a single shit to give. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he repeated. “I’m not going to lie, Erin. Yes, I want to sleep with you like hell. But only if it’s healthy. Would you trust me enough to go slow? A little at a time?”
Her pulse hammered out of control. “You touching me?”
Connor watched her closely. “When you’re ready. Not before. Never before.”
This is where she should climb down the fire escape and vamoose toward the street. A weight pressed down on her rib cage, making it difficult to draw a breath. It felt like the point of no return. But Connor’s eyes grounded her.
Safe. He’s safe.
“Okay, baby. Slow.”
His body drained of tension. “Thank you.” He leaned in and brushed their lips together, gently, reverently. “First, we talk.”

***

Boiling Point (Crossing the Line, #3)

About Boiling Point:

Falling for a con man is the most dangerous game of all…
Con artist Austin Shaw’s been in disguise so long he’s not sure where his fake identities end and he begins. Now that he’s been strong-armed into working for a specialized undercover unit working with the Chicago police—criminals with unique “skills”—the last thing he needs is to risk his iron control. Especially when it comes to a certain stunningly sexy hacker who tempts him with every look of disdain.
Polly Banks will never, ever trust a con man. On the trail of a ruthless crook who destroyed the only family she’s ever known, Polly is unnerved by the shadow who follows her every move. The one who makes her pulse pound and breath short with lust. Austin. He’s infuriating, enigmatic, and pure sex appeal, and she’s determined to resist him.
But an untrustworthy man of disguise can become anyone he wants…including a man that Polly must trust if she’s to escape their dangerous game alive.

Excerpt form Boiling Point:

“Drop the gun.” He issued the order through clenched teeth. “I find the idea of hurting you distasteful.”
She twisted her body, an attempt to regain control of the Beretta. “I can’t believe you don’t have the decency to put your dick away before charging at me.”
Call him sick, call him whatever you liked, he liked Polly talking about his dick in any capacity. Look at it. Want it. “I’m the furthest thing from decent.”
“No shit.” They were breathing heavily, inches from each other’s mouths. And hell if the swollen bastard between his thighs didn’t react favorably to having her close, even though she might have come there to murder him in cold blood. Pity, his cock didn’t deal in semantics.
“One last chance, Banks. Drop the gun or I’ll take it away from you.”
She pretended to think about it. “See, I’m not really in the mood to cry uncle.”
“Are you in the mood to cry Austin? Now that could be interesting.” She attempted to jerk the Beretta away again, giving him no choice but to dig his thumb into the pressure point on her wrist, releasing her grip automatically. “There now.” Keeping his attention trained on Polly, he placed the gun out of her reach on an overhead shelf. “That wasn’t so difficult, was—”
Her freed fist drilled him in the stomach. A grunt burst past his lips, but masculine pride kept him standing upright. Well, masculine pride and another fist flying in his direction, this time at his head. He shot a hand out to intercept the punch, using the grip to drag Polly off the sink and twist her arm behind her back.
“Aiming for this moneymaker face, sweet?” He clucked his tongue. “Now that’s just cruel.”
“Let me go,” she demanded, her voice vibrating with anger. Although he detected more embarrassment than anything else. He’d never seen her anything but confident. Ready for a challenge. It didn’t sit well that he’d scored her pride, so he let go of her arm. He had questions that needed answering, though, so as soon as he refastened his pants—not an easy feat when his cock still stood at attention—Austin pressed her body back against the sink, blocking both avenues of escape with his arms.
“How did you find my address? I’ve made it impossible.”
Some of her confidence returned in the form of a chin lift. Jesus, he would’ve liked to see that chin pointed toward the ceiling as she wailed for more tongue. “You should know by now that nothing is impossible for me.” Intelligence glimmered in her eyes. “I know you asked Derek to pay you by money order. I tracked the last several serial numbers to four different check-cashing places in the neighborhood.” Her shrug appeared grudging. “That was smart, not using the same place consistently. But I was able to pinpoint your general location down to a three-block radius, nonetheless. This building is the only one not run by a professional management company, and the most likely to rent without a proper credit check and accept cash deposits.”
It took an effort, but Austin managed to hide the chest-expanding awe she’d inspired. “And my apartment number? How did you manage to glean that information, my hot little sleuth?”
“I’m not your anything, Shaw.” She narrowed her gaze. “And your buzzer has the name I.M. TheTits on it.”

***

Raw Redemption (Crossing the Line, #4)

About Raw Redemption:

Loving her might cost him everything…
Disgraced cop Henrik Vance is having a shit year. Banished to a derelict undercover squad, he’s been tasked with hunting down the daughter of Chicago’s most dangerous criminal. His obsession with saving the beautiful girl destroyed his career. And this time, it might cost his life.
Ailish O’Kelly doesn’t need a hero. She’ll save herself from her father’s violent criminal dynasty, thank you very much. Unfortunately, the sexy as sin cop who crashes her hideout isn’t hearing reason—especially not after the kiss that becomes much more.
His boss wants her as an informant. Ailish wants Henrik to keep whispering filthy things against her skin. But she knows too well the evil they’re up against, and when it comes down to protecting the man who owns her body and soul, she only has one choice…

Excerpt from Raw Redemption:

Henrik’s sigh blew her hair back like a stiff gust of wind. “While I’m with you, Ailish, I’m working. There are lines I can’t cross.”
Even knowing it was a little evil, nothing could suppress the pop of excitement in her belly. She was alone with a man—a gorgeous man—who wanted her. But had to keep his hands off. It was a tease’s paradise, and they were both screwed. Or not screwed, depending on your point of view. “We can’t sleep together.”
“No.” He dropped his needful gaze to her breasts again. “We can’t.”
She executed her best nonchalant shoulder shrug. “Oh.”
“You’re smiling again.”
Ailish couldn’t stifle her chuckle. Man oh man, she really liked this big ol’ man, and they’d only just met. He deserved a fair warning about what he was getting himself into. “Henrik, you should probably put as much distance between you and me as possible. I really like that you want me. And I probably won’t be able to help trying to keep it that way.” She drew a lazy circle on his abdomen with her index finger, watching in awe as the ridged muscle shuddered under her touch. “For instance, I’d love to tell you I’m wearing cheap white panties and you can see clear through them in the right light.”
His body did this kind of heave, right at Ailish, flattening her backside against the sink. Their mouths were suddenly so close, she could feel his hot puffs of breath on her lips, feel his chest lifting and falling where it met her breasts. “I don’t like hearing that you’ve talked to other men that way.”
“I haven’t,” she whispered. “I don’t. I usually just—”
“I do not want to know.”
Henrik made a subtle move, just a downward roll of his hips that dragged his erection over the crotch of her leggings. But it wasn’t really subtle at all because he stopped right over her clit and nudged forward. She nearly jumped out of her skin, it was so unexpected, her body’s deluge of need so extreme. “H’oh boy.”
His mouth sifted through the hair covering her ear. “Tease me as much as you want. Just don’t try to send me packing again. Are we clear?”
“I told you I don’t like being ordered around.”
He rasped the stubble of his jaw against her neck. “You’d love the way I do it.”